{title: The wind cries Mary}
{artist: Jimi Hendrix}
{time: 4/4}
{tempo: 78}
{key: F}
{meta: author Frans-Willem Post, 2026-05-06}
{start_of_part: Intro}
[Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F] [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]
[Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F] [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 1}
[C] after all the [Bb]jacks are in their [F]boxes
and the [C]clowns have [Bb]all gone to [F]bed
you can hear [C]happiness [Bb]staggering on down the [F]street
[G]footprints [Bb]dressed in [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]red
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{start_of_chorus: Chorus 1}
and the [G]wind [Bb]whispers [Eb]Ma-[-] [E]ry[-] [F] [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 2}
a [C] broom is [Bb]drearily [F]sweeping
up the [C]broken pieces [Bb] of yesterdays [F]life
[C] somewhere a [Bb]queen is [F]weeping
some-[G]where a [Bb]king has no [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]wife
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{start_of_chorus: Chorus 2}
and the [G]wind, it [Bb]cries [Eb]Ma-[-] [E]ry[-] [F] [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]
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{start_of_part: Solo}
[F] [Eb] [Bb] [Ab]
[F] [Eb] [Bb] [Ab]
[F] [Eb] [Bb] [Ab]
[G] [Bb] [Db] [F] [F]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 3}
the [C]traffic lights, they [Bb]turn, uh, blue to-[F]morrow
and [C]shine their empti-[Bb]ness down on my [F]bed
the [C]tiny island [Bb]sags [F]down stream
cause the [G]life that [Bb]lived is, is [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]dead
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{start_of_chorus: Chorus 3}
and the [G]wind [Bb]screams [Eb]Ma-[-] [E]ry[-] [F] [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]
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{start_of_verse: Verse 4}
uh-will the [C]wind [Bb]ever re-[F]member
the [C]names it has [Bb]blown in the [F]past?
and with this [C]crutch its old [Bb]age and its [F]wisdom
it whispers: "[G]no, this will [Bb]be, the [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]last"
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{start_of_chorus: Chorus 4}
and the [G]wind [Bb]cries [Eb]Ma-[-] [E]ry[-] [F] [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]
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{start_of_part: Outtro}
[Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F] [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]
[Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F] [Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]
[Eb] [-] [E] [-] [F]
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